Novel & Cerita My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

I cried for a long time, all the way until Dad and Grandma came back. They brought with them a middle-aged guy who looked like some kind of exorcist. As soon as they walked in, they pointed at the woman next to me and yelled, "Sir, that's her! This evil spirit has taken over my wife and is holding my daughter captive!" I couldn't wrap my head around how just standing there made me the one being "held captive". With a dramatic flourish, the exorcist pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and started chanting. Suddenly, the holy water was floating in midair and flying right at the woman. It splashed on her and turned into a puff of black smoke.

I add Elder Festus, alarmed, asked, "Are you saying she's not stable mentally?" "No, my wife is suffering and it's not something mentally. She does see Theodore's ghost and it keeps haunting her. She's been having nightmares before it all happened," I pause to take a sigh upon remembering how she paid deaf ears to my pleas yesterday and turned me away.

I blinked, in a daze as I stared at her beautiful face. “I’m your wife now,” Her words were simple, but it knocked out all the air in my chest. The anger in my chest quieted down, just for a moment until a familiar feeling rose back, and I intend to address this now. “Yes,” I spoke slowly, “You are… my wife.” She smiled. “For now,” I added and watched as her smile vanished, replaced with confusion. “What do you mean ‘for now’?” “You might still run away from me once our deal is over. Once I gave you the shining spotlight you desperately want. Once you finally achieved your revenge against your ex-husband, you will leave me. That’s our contract.”

"She does her part and be your mother while Isabella and Simon guard you." "I see. If that's the side effects on the other night creatures who weren't a family member of Escoffier and Orlok, my mom's death was indeed caused by a drugged night creature," my wife firmly concluded as I gently caressed her trembling hands as she tried her best to control her temper at bay. "Sorry to hear that." Minerva sincerely apologized. "None taken." Roxanne waved it off as she pulled her knees closer to her chest before resting her head over my shoulder. My wife was getting tired over this matter, but not around me—making love with me, to be precise.

Even though we weren’t blood related he was just as fucked up as the rest of us, and using his magic to watch me play with Anastasia was the least of what he was capable of. It wouldn’t be the first time he popped in on one of us during a one-night stand, or when we’re unlucky enough to be jerking off. Marjorie hated that shit. She’d try and blast him with her magic, but Ghost would always pop out of existence as he laughed in her face. I never really gave a fuck. It didn’t affect me in the slightest, so why should I care? Even the thought of him seeing Marjorie hadn’t mattered. Now the thought of him seeing my wife …

She didn't want anyone else to know that Kevin was still haunting the house. Kevin has an important mission and she had promised to help him. It would be a problem if anyone found out that the ghost story was more than a rumor. She didn't want to cause an unnecessary fuss. "Really? Did the exorcism my mother and the shaman did success at that time?” Loren muttered to herself. But everyone heard it. “Your mother did an exorcism there?” Thomas asked, his forehead furrowed as he looked at Loren. "Yes. As I told you, the ghost that lives there is an evil ghost full of regret and disappointment. He died at a young age in an unexpected, even ridiculous way.” Loren laid that out as a fact.

I let her banter, hoping she would feel relieved after letting it all out of her chest. “The woman I wanted last night was a wife of a hunter. The husband saw me. He was skilled and other hunters came as well. He was quick to alarm the others. I was just barely able to escape. Hunters, like them, use high technology gadgets to locate ghosts and other supernatural like us, especially if we are anointed by the blood of the victim or they got a sample of ours.” She turned around to face me. Her nervousness was all over her face.

Hearing my words, tony pulled out a book from back of his shirt; it was a Grimoire the same one which I kept yesterday in front of him before “Hmmm….. My wife, one who told you about this book” he replied and I took a glance at female karkinos ghost who was floating about him… “This book is my wife possession… no one know where it was except her… and if you found it means you had meet her….” Tony replied in stern voice, his deep eyes were bored on my face…. ‘So the female karkinos ghost who was floating above him was his WIFE’ I thought in my mind, I wasn’t sure of how to explain this person that his wife was dead and it wasn’t his wife but her spirit that told me where this book was…

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

I scratch my eyes and blink many times to make sure I'm not dreaming or seeing a ghost in a broad daylight. I shivered when I see her not as a ghost but as a real person. I immediately run towards them to intervene only to be surprised! I'm not just embarrassed and pissed that I was manipulated by these psychopath siblings. I married Georgina in someone's body. I can see how different they were. My wife is lovely and easy to change her mood. Her scheme is different from the woman in front of me. She doesn't even know how to pretend but my wife is capable of everything!